An Eternity of Monsoons

These distances burn my soul;

I spin songs for you from my smoke

and then, I release them into the sky

to form clouds, dense and intense.

 

With my fingers, I direct them towards you;

When I slap my heels to the ground

the anklets shiver like thunderclaps;

I close my eyes, and a stray tear succumbs to Gravity’s persistence.

 

And when the clouds can’t stifle their passion anymore

with a holy sigh they rapture,

falling down as thousand kisses

competing to find shelter within your pores.

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